Thanks to Alastor"mad-eye" Moody for the RP that gave birth to this story. How I miss playing this.

Case #1: Mrs. Riddle/ Auror Department

"Heads up," jeered the Senior Under-Secretary towards Alastor Moody "I think the skirt is looking for you."

Moody looked up from his parchment, he expected to see the snobby Madam Flint. Who had been in the Auror office for the last couple of days trying to get some one to pay attention to her case against noisy muggle neighbors. Pleasantly surprised by anther.

The slight women looked to be in her early thirties. Her costume was simple but clean with a wide brim hat on her head. Moving like a trap bird in a building she roam here and there bumping in to desks and Aurors. Glances at the white card in hand, till she spotted him and his gold name plate on the cubical wall.

"Mr. Moody?" she said in a low voice, one that sounded unaccustomed to specking.

"Aye. Auror Moody at your service. What can I do for ya...Ms...?"

"Riddle," she said her glove hands tighten on her clutched bag "Mrs Riddle."

"Mrs. Riddle," he gesture to the hard chair in the cramp corner of his three wall block. Rolling over her name in his head, trying to recall any familiarity.

Mrs. Riddle took a seat on the very edge of the chair. Tucking in to the corner over stuff with Moody's books, defense Nick- knacks and gathering dust, a foe-glass. Her shoulders smooth in to the grooves of the cubical corner. Her knee had, for the moment, stop bounce. She reminded him of a little mouse hidden in a corner.

He noted her slightest twitch to her avoiding eye contact. Nervous, he concluded with a sense of hiding some thing. Perhaps a lack of social graces.

"The witch at the front desk told me you could help me on a stalking case." she said once at ease.

"Case of stalking...' he said written it down on the leather bound note book he carried "I would so happen to deal in that subject, if your perpetrator was a Dark Wizard. This is an Auror's Department of course. "

Leaning forward so not to be over heard, "He IS! I mean," recoiling a bit " I know he is."

"How long has he been bothering you?" he said

"About three months now, "

"Do you know his name?" he said

Mrs. Riddle's knee began to bounce. Her heel had no longer remain flat on the floor.

"Gellert Grindelwald."

The scratching nose from his quill halted. His eye brows almost touch his unruly hair line.

Repeated the name slowly, "Are you quiet sure?"

Mrs. Riddle nodded, "It was the name he gave me when I meet him this summer in Belgium."

"You are aware that half of Europe is after Grindelwald for crimes against humanity?" he said wondering if she was anther lonely witch looking for attention.

She nodded

He had seen a flow of people with bogus stories. Now that Grindelwald had gotten a hold of the muggle dictator Adolf Hitler his popularity with the right wing crowd was gaining movement with Britain. And with that it's share of nutters.

It was a brilliant idea, to have some legation of mindless muggles kill off there own kind for the sake of a group of wizards. Moody just didn't appreciate random fame seekers take up the departments time as the mislead muggles drop bomb along the streets of London.

"I think your going to need to explain," he said sternly

Glace else where as she spoke, " I had gotten this letter out of the blue, with a handful of Gallons just from the letter with no string attached. We, needed the money."

"We?" he said

"My son, Tom. I'm worried about him more then myself. He told me he had seen a couple of men following him around. Mr. Moody. He wants us dead. That I'm sure of!" her drawstring lose as she pulled out her hanky and touch it to the corner of her eyes.

Moody looked away to give her a moment to collect herself.

"They wrote us," she began again "they just called them selves the New Order. They wanted to meet me.~" she gave a rude chuckle "~I had fancy the idea of some foreign, wealthy wizard wanted to see me. Turns out they only care for the names of my clients, I work at Twilfitt and Tattings. We're very big with the older families. He said he pay me for there names."

"What did you say?"

"I refuse!" she said her throat clogged "I may not be a bright witch or powerful, but I do have..." her words failed as she cover her face.

Her thin shoulders hunch and silently shivered.

"My words are not meant to insult Mrs. Riddle," he said uncomfortable "Please, you said you were in Berlin?"

Ashamed she force her face to reshape.

"They had a wizard in green uniform pick me up, I don't know how to appreate. I didn't get his name," she said watching him write as she spoke. She touched her right shoulder " He wore a little gold metal, had a circle in a triangle. I didn't get any of there names besides his. Grindelwald's. He had a room set up for me. Some place in a muggle square, I never got out of my room because I didn't speck German. "

"Would you remember the place if you saw it?"

She nodded.

They went over the detail, he began to believe her. Not just for her knowledge about the green uniform of Grindelwald members wore, but what the bloke looked like. Not a single lot knew what Moody had seen when Albus Dumbledore showed him the only known photograph of the wizard.

"His had darken blonde hair," said Mrs. Riddle "curled. He looked so cheerful not what one would think when they think of a dark wizard. Handsome in a charming way."

He still couldn't help but feel she was lying to him. Hidden some thing.

"Did you meet him when you first arrived?" said Moody

"A little later, he came to take me to tea, at the flat. I didn't know who he was, if I did I would have never gone." she stressed

"Then?"

"Well he told me who he was, he told me how much I could make. Enough to keep Tom happy and caught up with his fellow school mates." her eyes watered "I was cornered. I couldn't get back on my own. I just repeated I needed to get home. All I could do was say I'd think about it."

His Legilimency picked up a hint of holding back, she may not be blocking but she had been while verse in what to say.

Your husband didn't think this odd?" said Moody

Her voice barely audible "My husbands not with us any more."

"I am sorry," he said quick to turn to anther uncomfortable subject "Did any thing happen?"

"Happen?" she said peering up at her questionably. A soft smile cross her white lips which had been press in nervousness. It brought a charming school girl look to her nearly permanent worried face. "You sound like my son."

"I take that as a no?" he said, reviewing his notes he wonder if this job should really go to him. "I have to be truthful Mrs. Riddle, I'm just a yearly. An Auror just out of training."

"Oh?"

"Nay, I am. A lowly member on the latter I'm afraid Madam. A case like this should really be going to my supervisors. " it killed him to think about it.

He had finish his four months of training as of a year ago. It had been a long and mad road. But his passion had been deep enough. His whole schooling had center him on this, this very case! His thick, callous figures grope the note book longingly.

Notices Mrs. Riddle watching him closely with her sepia eyes.

"I would prefer Mr. Moody, that this be kept quiet. My job is base on my reputation. If any one knew I had gone to speck with....well..no one would come to shop at Twilfit and Tattings. Perhaps we can keep this to our self's? Mr. Twatting would kill me if he knew I was here specking with you!" she said

"I won't lie I want this case," with a tap to his note book "if we catch this bloke we'll have you to credit. "

She shook her head, " You'd have my thanks."

"Don't thank me so soon, this wizard is hard to get a hold of."

His mind was rolling with what to do next. That was simple, he owed a visit to some one who deserved to know this first. Albus Dumbledore.